The warm tears trickle down my face
,the only warm touch i've felt in a long time.
I remember the times when i was young
and cry a little more each time.
With each passing minute
I feel a little stronger even thugh i am weak
I am bleeding emotionally,
for the 9th time this week.
Its 9:30 again time to go to bed
were in my dreams, im a lot less lonely,
im much happier,in my dreams.
back to my tear-stained bed
where good things happen
<address>(even if only in my head)</address>